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A CHILD’S DREAM OF 
A STAR 

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THE CHILD’S STORY 

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Charles Dickens 


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“Every night they watched for it ” . . 17 

“ And so the time came all too soon, when 

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STAR 


HERE was once a child, and 
he strolled about a good 
deal, and thought of a num- 
ber of things. He had a sister, 
who was a child too, and his con- 
stant companion. These two used 
to wonder all day long. They won- 
dered at the beauty of the flowers ; 
they wondered at the height and 
blueness of the sky; they wondered 
at the depth of the bright water; 



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they wondered at the goodness and 
the power of God who made the 
lovely world. 

They used to say to one another, 
sometimes, Supposing all the chil- 
dren upon earth were to die, would 
the flowers, and the water, and the 
sky be sorry? They believed they 
would be sorry. For, said they, the 
buds are the children of the flowers, 
and the little playful streams that 
gambol down the hillsides are the 
children of the water; and the small- 
est bright specks playing at hide and 
seek in the sky all night, must 
surely be the children of the stars ; 
and they would all be grieved to see 
their playmates, the children of men, 
no more. 


1 6 A child’s dream of a star 

There was one clear shining star 
that used to come out in the sky 
before the rest, near the church spire, 
above the graves. It was larger and 
more beautiful, they thought, than 
all the others, and every night they 
watched for it, standing hand in 
hand at a window. Whoever saw 
it first cried out, “ I see the star ! ” 
And often they cried out both to- 
gether, knowing so well when it 
would rise, and where. So they 
grew to be such friends with it, that, 
before lying down in their beds, they 
always looked out once again, to bid 
it good night ; and when they were 
turning round to sleep, they used to 
say, “ God bless the star! ” 

But while she was still very young, 



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1 8 A child’s dream of a star 


oh, very, very young, the sister 
drooped, and came to be so weak 
that she could no longer stand in 
the window at night ; and then the 
child looked sadly out by himself, 
and when he saw the star, turned 
round and said to the patient pale 
face on the bed, “ I see the star ! ” 
and then a smile would come upon 
the face, and a little weak voice 
used to say, “ God bless my brother 
and the star ! 

ND so the time came all too 
soon ! when the child looked 
out alone, and when there 
was no face on the bed ; and when 
there was a little grave among the 
graves, not there before; and when 




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20 A child’s dream OF A STAR 

the star made long rays down to- 
ward him, as he saw it through his 
tears. 

Now, these rays were so bright, 
and they seemed to make such a 
shining way from earth to Heaven, 
that when the child went to his soli- 
tary bed, he dreamed about the star; 
and dreamed that, lying where he 
was, he saw a train of people taken 
up that sparkling road by angels. 
And the star, opening, showed him 
a great world of light, where many 
more such angels waited to receive 
them. 

All these angels, who were wait- 
ing, turned their beaming eyes upon 
the people who were carried up into 
the star; and some came out from 


A child’s dream of a star 


the long rows in which they stood, 
and fell upon the people’s necks, and 
kissed them tenderly, and went away 
with them down avenues of light, 
and were so happy in their company, 
that lying in his bed he wept for joy. 

But, there were many angels who 
did not go with them, and among 
them one he knew. The patient 
face that once had lain upon the bed 
was glorified and radiant, but his 
heart found out his sister among all 
the host. 

His sister’s angel lingered near the 
entrance of the star, and said to the 
leader among those who had brought 
the people thither: 

“ Is my brother come?” 

And he said, “ No.” 


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A child’s dream of a star 


She was turning hopefully away, 
when the child stretched out his 
arms and cried, “ O sister, I am 
here! Take me!” and then she 
turned her beaming eyes upon him, 
and it was night ; and the star was 
shining into the room, making long 
rays down toward him as he saw it 
through his tears. 

From that hour forth, the child 
looked out upon the star as on the 
home he was to go to, when his time 
should come; and he thought that 
he did not belong to the earth alone, 
but to the star too, because of his 
sister s angel gone before. 



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24 A child’s DREAM OF A STAR 

HERE was a baby born to 
be a brother to the child ; 
and while he was so little 
that he never yet had spoken word, 
he stretched his tiny form out on 
his bed, and died. 

Again the child dreamed of the 
open star, and of the company of 
angels, and the train of people, and 
the rows of angels with their beam- 
ing eyes all turned upon those peo- 
ple s faces. 

Said his sister s angel to the 
leader : 

“ Is my brother come?” 

And he said, “ Not that one, but 
auv. ' er.” 

As the child beheld his brothers 
angel in her arms, he cried, “ O 



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sister, I am here! Take me!” And 
she turned and smiled upon him, 
and the star was shining. 



"|)E grew to be a young man, 
and was busy at his books 
when an old servant came 
to him and said : 

“ Thy mother is no more. I bring 
her blessing on her darling son ! ” 
Again at night he saw the star, 
and all that former company. Said 
his sister s angel to the leader : 

“ Is my brother come?” 

And he said, “Thy mother! ” 

A mighty cry of joy went forth 
through all the star, because the 
mother was reunited to her two chil- 
dren. And he stretched out his arms 


26 A child’s dream of a star 

and cried, “ O mother, sister, and 
brother, I am here! Take me!” 
And they answered him, “ Not yet,” 
and the star was shining. 

E grew to be a man whose 
hair was turning gray, and 
he was sitting in his chair 
by the fireside, heavy with grief, and 
with his face bedewed with tears, 
when the star opened once again. 

Said his sisters angel to the 
leader: ‘‘ Is my brother come?” 

And he said, “ Nay, but his maiden 
daughter.” 

And the man who had been the 
child saw his daughter, newly lost to 
him, a celestial creature among those 
three, and he said, “ My daughter s 




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28 A CHILDS DREAM OF A STAR 


head is on my sisters bosom, and 
her arm is around my mother s neck, 
and at her feet there is the baby of 
old time, and I can bear the parting 
from her, God be praised ! ” 

And the star was shining. 

HUS the child came to be 
an old man, and his once 
smooth face was wrinkled, 
and his steps were slow and feeble, 
and his back was bent. And one 
night as he lay upon his bed, his 
children standing round, he cried, as 
he had cried so long ago : 

“ I see the star ! ” 

They whispered one to another, 
“ He is dying.” 

And he said, “ I am. My age is 



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falling from me like a garment, and 
I move toward the star as a child. 
And O my Father, now I thank thee 
that it has so often opened, to re- 
ceive those dear ones who await 
me ! ” 

And the star was shining; and it 
shines upon his grave. 




THE CHILD’S STORY 



THE CHILD’S STORY 


NCE upon a time, a good 
many years ago, there was a 
traveller, and he set out upon 
a journey. It was a magic journey, 
and was to seem very long when 
he began it, and very short when 
he got half-way through. 

He travelled along a rather dark 
path for some little time, without 
meeting anything, until at last he 
came to a beautiful child. So he 
said to the child, “ What do you do 
here ? ” And the child said, “ I am 



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THE CHILDS STORY 


always at play. Come and play with 

I 

me! 

So he played with that child the 



whole day long, and they were very 
merry. The sky was so blue, the 
sun was so bright, the water was so 


THE child’s story 


35 


sparkling, the leaves were so green, 
the flowers were so lovely, and they 
heard such singing-birds and saw so 
many butterflies, that everything was 
beautiful. This was in fine weather. 
When it rained, they loved to watch 
the falling drops, and to smell the 
fresh scents. When it blew, it was 
delightful to listen to the wind, and 
fancy what it said, as it came rush- 
ing from its home — where was that, 
they wondered ! — whistling and 
howling, driving the clouds before it, 
bending the trees, rumbling in the 
chimneys, shaking the house, and 
making the sea roar in fury. But, 
when it snowed, that was best of all ; 
for they liked nothing so well as to 
look up at the white flakes falling 


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THE CHILDS STORY 


fast and thick, like down from the 
breasts of millions of white birds ; 
and to see how smooth and deep the 
drift was ; and to listen to the hush 
upon the paths and roads. 

They had plenty of the finest toys 
in the world, and the most astonish- 
ing picture-books : all about scimitars 
and slippers and turbans, and dwarfs 
and giants and genii and fairies, and 
Bluebeards and bean-stalks and riches 
and caverns and forests and Valen- 
tines and Orsons : and all new and 
all true. 

UT, one day, of a sudden, 
the traveller lost the child. 
He called to him over and 
over again, but got no answer. So, 



THE CHILD S STORY 


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he went upon his road, and went on 
for a little while without meeting 
anything, until at last he came to 



a handsome boy. So, he said to 
the boy, “ What do you do here ? ” 
And the boy said, “ I am always 


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THE child’s story 


learning. Come and learn with me.” 
So he learned with that boy about 
Jupiter and Juno, and the Greeks 
and the Romans, and I don’t know 
what, and learned more than I could 
tell — or he either, for he soon for- 
got a great deal of it. But they 
were not always learning ; they had 
the merriest games that ever were 
played. They rowed upon the river 
in summer, and skated on the ice in 
winter; they were active afoot, and 
active on horseback ; at cricket, and 
all games at ball ; at prisoner’s 
base, hare and hounds, follow my 
leader, and more sports than I can 
think of; nobody could beat them. 
They had holidays, too, and Twelfth 
cakes, and parties where they danced 


THE CHILDS STORY 


39 


till midnight, and real theatres where 
they saw palaces of real gold and 
silver rise out of the real earth, and 
saw all the wonders of the world at 
once. As to friends, they had such 
dear friends and so many of them, 
that I want the time to reckon them 
up. They were all young, like the 
handsome boy, and were never to be 
strange to one another all their lives 
through. 



/TILL, one day, in the midst 
of all these pleasures, the 
traveller lost the boy as he 
had lost the child, and, after calling 
to him in vain, went on upon his 
journey. So he went on for a little 
while without seeing anything, until 


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THE child’s story 


at last he came to a young man. 
So, he said to the young man, 
“ What do you do here ? ” And 



the young man said, “ I am always 
in love. Come and love with me.” 
So, he went away with that young 


THE child’s story 


41 


man, and presently they came to one 
of the prettiest girls that ever was 
seen — just like Fanny in the corner 
there — and she had eyes like Fanny, 
and hair like Fanny, and dimples 
like Fanny’s, and she laughed and 
coloured just as Fanny does while 
I am talking about her. So, the 
young man fell in love directly — 
just as Somebody I won’t mention, 
the first time he came here, did with 
Fanny. Well ! he was teased some- 
times — just as Somebody used to 
be by Fanny; and they quarrelled 
sometimes — just as Somebody and 
Fanny used to quarrel ; and they 
made it up, and sat in the dark, and 
wrote letters every day, and never 
were happy asunder, and were always 


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THE child’s story 


looking out for one another and pre- 
tending not to, and were engaged at 
Christmas time, and sat close to one 
another by the fire, and were going 
to be married very soon — all exactly 
like Somebody I won’t mention, and 
Fanny ! 

UT the traveller lost them 
one day, as he had lost the 
rest of his friends, and, after 
calling to them to come back, which 
they never did, went on upon his 
journey. So, he went on for a 
little while without seeing anything, 
until at last he came to a middle- 
aged gentleman. So he said to the 
gentleman, “What are you doing 
here ? ” And his answer was. “ I am 



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always busy. Come and be busy 
with me ! ” 

So, he began to be very busy with 



that gentleman, and they went on 
through the wood together. The 
whole journey was through a wood, 


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THE CHILD S STORY 


only it had been open and green at 
first, like a wood in spring; and now 
began to be thick and dark, like a 
wood in summer ; some of the little 
trees, that had come out earliest, were 
even turning brown. The gentle- 
man was not alone, but had a lady 
of about the same age with him, who 
was his wife ; and they had children, 
who were with them, too. 

So, they all went on together 
through the wood, cutting down the 
trees, and making a path through 
the branches and the fallen leaves, 
and carrying burdens, and working 
hard. 

Sometimes they came to a long 
green avenue that opened into deeper 
woods. Then they would hear a 


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very little distant voice crying, 
“ Father, father, I am another child ! 
Stop for me ! ” And presently they 
would see a very little figure, grow- 
ing larger as it came along, running 
to join them. When it came up, 
they all crowded round it, and kissed 
and welcomed it ; and then they all 
went on together. 

Sometimes they came to several 
avenues at once, and then they all 
stood still, and one of the children 
said, “ Father, I am going to sea,” and 
another said, “ Father, I am going to 
India,” and another, “ Father, I am 
going to seek my fortune where I 
can,” and another, “ Father, I am 
going to Heaven ! ” So, with many 
tears at parting, they went, solitary, 


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down those avenues, each child upon 
its way ; and the child who went to 
Heaven, rose into the golden air and 
vanished. 

Whenever these partings hap- 
pened, the traveller looked at the 
gentleman, and saw him glance up 
at the sky above the trees, where the 
day was beginning to decline, and 
the sunset to come on. He saw, too, 
that his hair was turning gray. But 
they never could rest long, for they 
had their journey to perform, and it 
was necessary for them to be always 
busy. 

At last, there had been so many 
partings that there were no children 
left, and only the traveller, the gentle- 
man, and the lady, went upon their 


THE child’s story 


47 


way in company. And now the 
wood was yellow ; and now brown ; 
and the leaves, even of the forest 
trees, began to fall. 

So, they came to an avenue that 
was darker than the rest, and were 
pressing forward on their journey 
without looking down it when the 
lady stopped. 

“ My husband,” said the lady, “ 1 
am called.” 

They listened, and they heard a 
voice a long way down the avenue, 
say, “ Mother, mother! ” 

It was the voice of the first child 
who had said, “ I am going to 
Heaven ! ” and the father said, “ I 
pray not yet. The sunset is very 
near. I pray not yet ! ” 


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But, the voice cried, Mother, 
mother ! ” without minding him, 
though his hair was now quite white, 
and tears were on his face. 

Then, the mother, who was already 
drawn into the shade of the dark 
avenue and moving away with her 
arms still round his neck, kissed 
him, and said, “ My dearest, I am 
summoned, and I go!” And she 
was gone. And the traveller and he 
were left alone together. 

And they went on and on together, 
until they came to very near the end 
of the wood: so near, that they 
could see the sunset shining red 
before them through the trees. 


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ET, once more, while he 
broke his way among the 
branches, the traveller lost 
his friend. He called and called, 
but there was no reply, and when 
he passed out of the wood, and 
saw the peaceful sun going down 
upon a wide purple prospect, he 
came to an old man sitting on a 
fallen tree. So, he said to the old 
man, “ What do you do here ? ” And 
the old man said, with a calm smile, 
“ I am always remembering. Come 
and remember with me ! ” 

So the traveller sat down by the 
side of that old man, face to face 
with the serene sunset ; and all his 
friends came softly back and stood 
around him. The beautiful child. 



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THE CHILDS STORY 


the handsome boy, the young man 
in love, the father, mother, and chil- 
dren : every one of them was there, 



and he had lost nothing. So, he loved 
them all, and was kind and forbear- 
ing with them all, and was always 


THE child’s story 


51 


pleased to watch them all, and they 
all honoured and loved him. And 
I think the traveller must be your- 
self, dear Grandfather, because this 
is what you do to us, and what we 
do to you. 



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By EDITH ROBINSON 

A Little Puritan’s First Christmas : 

A Story of Colonial Times in Boston. 

A story of Colonial times in Boston, telling how 
Christmas was invented by Betty Sewall, a typical child 
of the Puritans, aided by her “ unregenerate ” brother, 
Sam. 

A Little Daughter of Liberty. 

The author’s motive for this story is well indicated 
by a quotation from her introduction, as follows : 

“ One ride is memorable in the early history of the 
American Revolution, the well-known ride of Paul 
Revere. Equally deserving of commendation is another 
ride, — untold in verse or story, its records preserved 
only in family papers or shadowy legend, the ride of 
Anthony Severn was no less historic in its action or 
memorable in its consequences.” 

A Loyal Little flaid. 

A delightful and interesting story of Revolutionary 
days, in which the child heroine, Betsey Schuyler, 
renders important services to George Washington and 
Alexander Hamilton, and in the end becomes the wife of 
the latter. 

A Little Puritan Rebel. 

Like Miss Robinson’s successful story of “ A Loyal 
Little Maid,” this is another historical tale of a real girl, 
during the time when the gallant Sir Harry Vane was 
governor of Massachusetts. 

A Little Puritan Pioneer. 

The scene of this story is laid in the Puritan settle- 
ment at Charlestown. The little girl heroine adds 
another to the list of favorites so well known to the 
young people in “ A Little Puritan Rebel,” etc. 


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By QUID A (Louise de la Ramie) 

A Dog of Flanders : a Christmas Story. 

Too well and favorably known to require description. 

The Niirnberg Stove. 

This beautiful story has never before been published 
at a popular price. 

A Provence Rose. 

A story perfect in sweetness and in grace. 

Findelkind. 

A charming story about a little Swiss herdsman. 

By MISS MULOCK 

The Little Lame Prince. 

A delightful story of a little boy who has many adven- 
tures by means of the magic gifts of his fairy godmother. 

Adventures of a Brownie. 

The story of a household elf who torments the cook 
and gardener, but is a constant joy and delight to the 
children who love and trust him. 

His Little Mother. 

Miss Mulock’s short stories for children are a constant 
source of delight to them, and “ His Little Mother,” in 
this new and attractive dress, will be welcomed by hosts 
of youthful readers. 

Little Sunshine’s Holiday. 

An attractive story of a summer outing. “ Little Sun- 
shine ” is another of those beautiful child-characters for 
which Miss Mulock is so justly famous. 


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By JULIANA HO RATI A HIVING 

Jackanapes. 

A new edition, with new illustrations, of this exquisite 
and touching story, dear alike to young and old. 

story of a Short Life. 

This beautiful and pathetic story will never grow old. 
It is a part of the world’s literature, and will never die. 

A Great Emergency. 

How a family of children prepared for a great emer- 
gency, and how they acted when the emergency came. 

The Trinity Flower. 

In this little volume are collected three of Mrs. 
Ewing’s best short stories for the young people. 

Madam Liberality. 

From her cradle up Madam Liberality found her 
chief delight in giving. 

By FRANCES MARGARET FOX 

The Little Giant’s Neighbors. 

A charming nature story of a “little giant” whose 
neighbors were the creatures of the field and garden. 

Farmer Brown and the Birds. 

A little story which teaches children that the birds are 
man’s best friends. Miss Fox has an intimate knowl- 
edge of bird life and has written a little book which 
should take rank with “ Black Beauty ” and “ Beautiful 
Joe.” 

Betty of Old Mackinaw. 

A charming story of child-life, appealing especially to 
the little readers who like stories of “ real people.” 


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By WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE 

The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow. 

This story, written by the gifted youn^ Southern 
woman, will appeal to all that is best in the natures of 
the many admirers of her graceful and piquant style. 

The Fortunes of the Fellow. 

Those who read and enjoyed the pathos and charm 
of “The Farrier’s Dog and His Fellow” will welcome 
the further account of the “ Adventures of Baydaw and 
the Fellow ” at the home of the kindly smith among the 
Green Hills of Tennessee. 

By FRANCES HODGES WHITE 

Helena’s Wonderworld. 

A delightful tale of the adventures of a little girl in 
the mysterious regions beneath the sea. 

Aunt Nabby’s Children. 

This pretty little story, touched with the simple humo • 
of country life, tells of two children, who, adopted by 
Aunt Nabby, have also won their way into the affections 
of the village squire. 

By CHARLES LEE SLEIGHT 

The Prince of the Pin Elves. 

A fascinating story of the underground adventures of 
a sturdy, reliant American boy among the elves and 
gnomes. 

The Water People. 

A companion volume and in a way a sequel to “ The 
Prince of the Pin Elves,” relating the adventures of 
“ Harry” among the “ water people.” While it has the 
same characters as the previous book, the story is. com- 
plete in itself. 


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By OTHER AUTHORS 

The Story of Rosy Dawn. By Pau- 
line Bradford Mackie. 

The Christmas of little Wong Jan, or “ Rosy Dawn,” 
a young Celestial of San Francisco, is the theme of this 
pleasant little story. 

Susanne. By Frances J. Delano. 

This little story will recall in sweetness and appealing 
charm the work of Kate Douglas Wiggin and Laura E. 
Richards. 

nniicent in Dreamland. By edna s. 

Brainerd. 

The quaintness and fantastic character of Millicenfs 
adventures in Dreamland have much of the fascination 
of “ Alice in Wonderland,” and all small readers of 
“ Alice ” will enjoy making Millicent’s acquaintance. 

Jerry’s Adventures. By Evelyn snead 

Barnett. 

This is an interesting and wholesome little story of 
the change that came over the thoughtless imps on Jef- 
ferson Square when they learned to know the stout- 
hearted Jerry and his faithful Peggy. 

A Bud Penny. By John T. Wheelwright. 

No boy should omit reading this vivid story of the 
New England of 1812. 

Qatty and I. By Frances E. Crompton. 

The small hero and heroine of this little story are 
twins, “strictly brought up.” It is a sweet and whole- 
some little story. 


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The Fairy of the Rhone. By A. COMYNS 
Carr. 

Here is a fairy story indeed, one of old-fashioned pure 
delight. It is most gracefully told, and accompanied by 
charming illustrations. 

A Small Small Child. By E. Livingston 
Prescott. 

“ A Small Small Child ” is a moving little tale of 
sweet influence, more powerful than threats or punish- 
ments, upon a rowdy of the barracks. 

Peggy’s Trial. By Mary knight Potter. 

Peggy is an impulsive little woman of ten, whose 
rebellion from a mistaken notion of loyalty, and her sub- 
sequent reconciliation to the dreaded “ new mother,” are 
most interestingly told. 

For His Country, By marshall Saunders, 

author of “ Beautiful Joe,” etc. 

A sweet and graceful story of a little boy who loved 
his country; written with that charm which has endeared 
Miss Saunders to hosts of readers. 

La Belle Nivernaise. the story of an 

Old Boat and Her Crew. By Alphonse 
Daudet. 

All who have read it will be glad to welcome an old 
favorite, and new readers will be happy to have it 
brought to their friendly attention. 

Wee Dorothy. By Laura Updegraff. 

A story of two orphan children, the tender devotion 
of the eldest, a boy, for his sister being its theme and 
setting. With a bit of sadness at the beginning, the 
story is otherwise bright and sunny, and , altogether 
wholesome in every way. 


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Rab and His Friends. By Dr. John 

Brown. 

Doctor Brown’s little masterpiece is too well known 
to need description. The dog Rab is loved by all. 

The Adventures of Beatrice and 

Jessie* By Richard Mansfield. 

The story of two little girls who were suddenly trans- 
planted into the “ realms of unreality,” where they met 
with many curious and amusing adventures. 

A Child’s Garden of Verses. By r. 

L. Stevenson. 

Mr. Stevenson’s little volume is too well known to 
need description. It will be heartily welcomed in this 
new and attractive edition. 

Little King Davie. By Nellie Hellis. 

The story of a little crossing-sweeper, that will make 
many boys thankful they are not in the same position. 
Davie’s accident, hospital experiences, conversion, and 
subsequent life, are of thrilling interest. 

The Sleeping Beauty, a modern ver- 
sion. By Martha B. Dunn. 

This charming story of a little fishermaid of Maine, 
intellectually “asleep” until she meets the “Fairy 
Prince,” reminds us of “ Ouida ” at her best. 

The Young Archer. By Charles E. Brim- 
blecom. 

A strong and wholesome story of a boy who accom- 
panied Columbus on his voyage to the New World. 
His loyalty and services through vicissitudes and dan- 
gers endeared him to the great discoverer, and the 
account of his exploits will be interesting to all boys. 


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The Making of Zimri Bunker: a 

Tale of Nantucket. By W. J. Long, Ph. D. 

This is a charming story of Nantucket folk by a 
young clergyman who is already well known through 
his contributions to the Youth's Companion., St. Nicho- 
las., and other well-known magazines. The story deals 
with a sturdy American fisher lad, during the war of 
1812. 

The King of the Golden River: a 

Legend of Stiria. By John Ruskin. 

Written fifty years or more ago, and not originally 
intended for publication, this little fairy tale soon 
became known and made a place for itself. 

Little Peterkin Vandike. By Charles 

Stuart Pratt. 

The author’s dedication furnishes a key to this charm- 
ing story : 

“ I dedicate this book, made for the amusement (and 
perchance instruction) of the boys who may read it, to 
the memory of one boy, who would have enjoyed as 
much as Peterkin the plays of the Poetry Party, but 
who has now marched, as they will march one day, out 
of the ranks of boyhood into the ranks of young man- 
hood.” 


Will o’ the Hill. By Robert Louis 
Stevenson. 

An allegorical story by this inimitable and versatile 
writer. Its rare poetic quality, its graceful and delicate 
fancy, its strange power and fascination, justify its 
separate publication. 


THE LITTLE COUSIN SERIES 

By MARY HAZELTON WADE 

FIRST SERIES 

These are the most interesting and delightful accounts 
possible of child-life in other lands, filled with quaint say- 
ings, doings, and adventures. The “ Little Japanese 
Cousin,” with her toys in her wide, sleeve and her tiny bag of 
paper handkerchiefs ; the “ Little Brown Cousin,” iji whose 
home the leaves of the breadfruit-tree serve for plates and 
the halves of the cocoanut shells for cups ; the “ Little 
Indian Cousin,” who lives the free life of the forest, and the 
“ Little Russian Cousin,” who dwells by the wintry Neva, 
are truly fascinating characters to the little cousins who 
will read about them. 

Four volumes, as follows : 

Our Little Japanese Cousin 
Our Little Brown Cousin 
Our Little Indian Cousin 
Our Little Russian Cousin 

Each I vol., i2mo, cloth decorative, with 6 full-page 

illustrations in tints, by L. J. Bridgman. 

Price, per volume . . . ^0.50 7 iet (postage extra) 

Price, per .set, 4 vols., boxed . 2.00 net (postage extra) 

“Juveniles will get a whole world of pleasure and instruction 
out of Mary Hazelton Wade’s Little Cousin Series. . . . Pleas- 
ing narratives give pictures of the little folk in the far-away lands 
in their duties and pleasures, showing their odd ways of playing, 
studying, their queer homes, clothes, and plavthings. . . • The 
style of the stories is all that can be desired for entertainment, 
the author describing things in a very real and delightful 
fashion.” — Detroit News- Tribune. 


THE LITTLE COUSIN SERIES . 

By MARY HAZELTON WADE 

SECOND SERIES 

The great success and prompt appreciation which this 
charming little series met last season has led to its continua- 
tion this year with a new set of child characters from other 
lands, each as original and delightful as the little foreign 
cousins with whom the little cousins at home became ac- 
quainted in last season’s series. 

Six volumes, as follows : 

Our Little Cuban Cousin 
Our Little Hawaiian Cousin 
Our Little Eskimo Cousin 
Our Little Philippine Cousin 
Our Little Porto Rican Cousin 
Our Little African Cousin 

Each I vol., i2mo, cloth decorative, with 6 full-page 

illustrations in tints by L. J. Bridgman. 

Price, per volume . . . $0.50 net (postage extra) 

Price, per set, 6 vols., boxed . 3.00 net (postage extra) 

“ Boys and girls, reading the tales of these little cousins in 
different parts of the world, will gain considerable knowledge of 
geography and the queer customs that are followed among 
strange people.” — Chicago Evening Post. 

“ Not only are the books interesting, but they are entertain- 
ingly instructive as well, and when entertainment can sugar-coat 
instruction, the book is one usually well worth placing in the 
hands of those to whom the knowledge will be useful.” — Utica 
Observer. 

“ To many youthful minds this little series of books may open 
up the possibilities of a foreign world to w'hich they had been 
total strangers. And interest in this wider sphere, the beyond 
and awayness, may bear rich fruit in the future.” — N. Y. Com- 
mercial Advertiser. 


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